A star-gazing, constellation-naming and -drawing game.
Palamant, the thief who stole words from the sky at the dusk of creation. Their stars are now indistinct and fading as a punishment from the goddesses of night and light, but those in the know can tease its twinkling form out from the celestial crowds. More specifically, these stars form the shape of the monumental mountain, Palamantine, on which the first words were written.
The words were symbolically returned to the sky by naming the constellations to mollify the goddesses somewhat, and so Palamant escaped total annihilation at the hands of these vengeful divine monsters.
The rising eminence of this constellation is associated with successful heists, particularly from those who have more than they ought, and particular in the form of contracts and other bonds that use words to withhold and imprison. It's said that every contract burnt at the apex of Palamantine's eminence fuels its stars to stay bright for ever more nights—and confer the thief's blessing that much longer.
This chimera was formed when the Diver, the mortal who dove so deep they joined the stars, threw themselves onto the teeth of that terrible demon, the Deep Lantern, thereby preventing it from consuming the stars and the earth alike. The Deep Lantern carries on swimming with the Diver as its tongue. It was a horrible fate, but (almost) all are grateful.
Bright in the sky on every night, bright enough to be visible even through wispier clouds, legend has it that on the clearest nights this constellation will appear in dreams—not as stars, but in the flesh. The Diver-tongue warns of impending apocalyptic doom, and the Deep Lantern overwhelms them before they can explain what might be done to stop it.
The gods don't really love mortals, but instead windstorms. Storms are powerful, intangible, and free. They go where they will, destroy what they will, scatter and reduce to dust, treat the creatures that scurry on the earth like rag-dolls. Gods love windstorms because they love to see themselves reflected in their creations.
The Lover is a constellation named for this narcissism; a violent, swirling hurricane, symbol of divinity and disaster, brightest stars in the sky. When it dims, the Lover once again returns to the earth and shakes the temples and the towers, and those cities fortunate enough to be unscathed plant their flags on the rubble of their neighbours and demand tribute.
This is the gods' world, and they tolerate us. At best.
Kind of an inverse from what I think this thing's meant to be, which is a tool for adding some specific bits of lore to a world that already exists. Here I used it to do basic world-building.
I think using dice pip patterns to shape constellations is a neat idea, but I did have to re-arrange one or two stars in the second constellation and pretty much all of them in the third.